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Genji is laying on his back, with his upper body held up by his elbows. You watch the variety of expressions ripple across his face as he struggles to overcome the burning sensation of stretching him open. You used lots of lube on the large dildo, but it still hurts a bit.

Yet, Genji keeps asking for more.

He stretches his legs open, placing his heels on your waist, and squeezing. Wordlessly begging for more. Just to see what he would do, you pulled on the toy inserted into his pusspuss, pulling it out. He rolled his head against the bed and groaned at the loss of fullness.

“Whyyyy?” he whines.

“Just ‘cuz,” you reply with a grin.

You end his ‘torture’, angle the toy, and push it in with short thrusts further inside, hitting his g-spot. Genji’s fists clench on the sheets.

“That feels good,” is the forced, breathy reply.

You push faster, and quiet moans spill from his mouth. The toy is far enough in that you can graze your fingertips along his sopping entrance, making him hum deeply in appreciation.

You keep thinking about how impressive it is that Genji can take such a massive toy. That he wants it. To you, it’s massive, at eight inches across the base, but the shaft is tapered to make working it in easier. You had pushed it in an inch at a time, paying your boyfriend loving attention. Kisses, running your hands up and down the front of his body, and pulling at the stout wires at the side of his neck with your lips. You pulled at the angular piece at the base of his throat with your teeth, because that always made him gasp in pleasure.

All the attention only served to build his impatience, with him eagerly asking, “Can you put more in?”

And so you settled between his thighs to gladly do him this favour, but not before squeezing this generously muscled thigh once.

In the present, you ask Genji to roll over. He does as you say, but glares into the space in front of him because you take the toy out again to allow him to move. He braces himself in his forearms and presents you his tush, just as generous as his thighs. You push the toy back in. It slides in easily, but not without a shameless squelch from all his slick, which has dribbled down the dildo in thick droplets.

Genji is still impatient, but only in the bedroom. So it’s cute, the way he fucks back on the toy without you asking him to. Treating you to a lovely show with his firm ass rolling forward and back. You just hold the toy for him. He arches his back upwards and goes at it harder, making it difficult for you to hold your hand steady. That’s when he hits a plateau. His climax is within reach, but he can’t go any harder, because his legs are turning to jelly. He’s buried his face in the pillow and moaning into it.

This is why you’re here, to help. You pull out the vibrator you share and switch it on. He groans in relief just hearing the low buzz. You slip it under and apply it to the tip of his ruddy pink little cock. He immediately bucks against it, trapping your hand against the bed.

His lower body is tense, mirroring the heavenly pressure building inside. His hips twitch against the vibrator, and he’s clutching the pillow tightly. Genji is very close, and it would be very cruel to pull the vibrator away right this second.

You find the button with your thumb to turn up the vibration and in a few seconds, Genji comes undone with a loud moan, followed by some short words lost in the pillow. His cunt swallows at the toy, and when it stops, you pull the vibrator away.

Genji is melted face-down into the bed. You crawl up next to him. He lifts his head to give you a lingering kiss in thanks. After, you peck one of the scars on his cheek.

“Give me a minute,” he says, “Then it is your turn.”

For the pregnancy prompts, can I request prompt # 19 with omega Genji and his alpha s/o.

You were feeling good today. You got up while Genji slept, leaving the slim slot his pregnant self left you on the bed.

You made breakfast. Eggs, some the way you liked it and some the way he liked. Then bacon, sausages, toast, and you put milk and juice on the table. You waited past the time he normally got up and then went to check on him.

“Genji, Baby?” you called while walking down the hall to the bedroom, “Breakfast is getting cold.”

You strode in find Genji awake and still lying in bed. He had discarded his armour months ago, his face plate was collecting dust somewhere, and some modifications meant his stomach could grow as big as needed without squishing the pups. He shifted into a more upright position when he saw you.

“It can wait. Come here.”

Genji dragged himself over to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He patted the spot next to him. You sat down and mussed his bedhead grey and black hair with a smirk. He pushed your hand away playfully.

“The pups are awake, as well. Watch,” he said softly.

Genji framed his bulging belly with a palm on either side. You watched as a tiny fist (or foot?) poked out, stretching his synthetic skin. Lightning quick, Genji poked back. Then he waited. The pup poked again in the same spot. Another pup elsewhere stretched out. Genji bopped them with his finger. More pups joined in, until Genji was playing gentle wack-a-mole with what seemed like all of them.

“Oh, my god,” you breathed in amazement. “That doesn’t hurt?”

“No. This skin is designed for stretching, not for combat.”

You hummed in acknowledgement.

“So…can I join in…?”

He nodded with a wide grin. You cuddled closer to Genji’s side, feeling a warm excitement at the prospect of playing with your pups before they were even born.

Do you still take request? Can I please have angry or jealous sex with either Blackwatch or Young Genji (you choose!)? Maybe even a bit of showing possessiveness to other male who’s approaching reader without Genji knowing that it was reader’s relatives. Thank you! I really like your writings! Good luck :3

ivymarquis:

k the plot dictated I go for smut or male confrontation, and obviously I went for smut (sorry beebs). Hopefully it’s still somewhat what you had in mind.

Pairing; Genji x Reader

Plot to Porn Ratio; So much pornz

Word count; 1370

Tags; Alley sex, jealousy, possession,

Summary; You figured Genji wouldn’t care for a second if your cousin was visiting. As it turned out, he cared very much.

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Does anyone get tired of sex with Genji in an alley? I sure don’t. Well written!!! Hot!!

How many Genjis are too many Genjis? In fact, I need more. Please do the 13 pregnancy prompt with young Genji! Thank you so much!

Genji’s father called you both in for another one of his ‘meetings.’ It was the just the three of you. Normally, Mr. Sojiro Shimada treated you casually. Just asked you to take care of his wild and wicked son. Genji rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. You answered the elder man with the respect deserving of his position, bowing to him when appropriate and calling him by the appropriate title. It seemed to keep him happy, yet you always left light-headed and highly strung, as if you had just escaped with your life.

The latest one was different. Not just because you recently discovered you were pregnant. You hadn’t told anyone yet. You sucked in your tummy and wrung the hem of your shirt tightly in your hands. Mr. Sojiro was more jubilant than usual. He floored you by announcing that it was time for you and Genji to move in together, and maybe plan to get married. You both left the meeting with even Genji expressing that he didn’t see that coming.

You went along with it, deciding to go see this new house Mr. Shimada bought for you both, and tell Genji your news later.

The house itself was fully-furnished, and maids met you both at the door. You went inside to peer eagerly around you at everything. It was like a mini version of Mr. Shimada’s castle.

Then, the kitchen.

You opened the cupboards to find a wall of food staring back at you. Instant noodles, snacks, and dried noodles. Cans of fruit and vegetables. You went to the fridge next to confirm that, yes, there was meat, fresh vegetables, milk, and eggs in there. Just as full as the cupboards. Even boxes of mochi in the freezer.

“Oh, wow,” you said, awestruck. “There’s a lot of food in here.”

“Ha!” Genji laughed. “Good. You have been eating so much lately.”

“For your information,” you huffed at him, “I have gained weight, but it’s because I’m pregnant!”

Genji spluttered, finally speechless since you met him. It would have been really satisfying, had it not been about such a heavy subject. You turned your back to him to root around cupboards some more. Let him suffer a bit!

You stopped cold, pulling out a bottle of vitamins. On the front in large, thick letters read, “PRENATAL.”

Genji hissed an expletive from behind you, having also seen the bottle.

“Wait. Is that why we’re…?”

You turned to each other and stared with saucer-wide eyes. His father moved you two into this house because he knew you were pregnant before you told anyone. Scary.

Imagine having a quickie with Genji in a side hallway, his breath hot on your ear as he says “I bet you want someone to find us. You’re filthy” while pumping hard into you, a hand on your mouth to keep you quiet

lemme just write this real quick bullshit for u b/c i was already thinkin about it before i got this ask (so if errors, too bad my dude)

“It’s hot!!” you whine loudly.

“You’re hot,” Genji purrs, slipping a hand under your thin shirt. He can’t help himself; you look so good in those jean shorts and that skimpy top.

You’d shove him away, but his cool, metal hand feels great on your skin. The heat is melting your brain, so he talks you into following him (with increasing contact with his cold body) into a shaded alley. One with cool, dark red, brick walls to lean against. But Genji doesn’t let you. Oh, no.

No, he pulls away the plate covering his crotch, a string of precum connecting it to the head of his cock. You hum in pleasant surprise. Genji pulls you close with arms around your waist and the plate in one hand. He slides his cock between your legs, hardening from the contact with your soft skin. He pulls your leg up around his hip and holds it there. Then he works his cock up into your shorts leg and past your panties.

It’s a tight fit, only enough for him to fit inside you and not much else. You hide your face in his neck, swearing softly. But you never told him to stop.

“I bet you want someone to find us. You’re filthy,” Genji whispers, rocking his hips ever so slightly.

You gasp and hold him tightly.

“Stop?” he asks.

“No.”

Genji works his way up to short, punctuating thrusts up into your tight heat, with a few seconds space in between. He enjoys your yelps into his neck. He’s wearing a open-mouth grin behind his mask, panting. The space between thrusts steadily decreases, and your volume increases inversely. The little shit tries to shush you, but you can’t tell him off at the moment. You can only hang on for the ride, digging your fingers and thumbs into the crevices of his waist.

Your last bit of reasoning suggests you shove his scarf in your mouth to muffle your whines, so you do. You forget about the semi-public space you’re in, and he fucks you until you cum on his cock. Then he lets himself spurt up into you.

You two remain like that. Your legs are tired, but you cling to him. You’re worried if he slips out, a mess will slip down onto your inner thighs. He will eventually from going soft, but you stay like this for now.

He sighs happily, rocking your body side-to-side.

“You’re such a good fuck,” he says.

The normally eloquent man sometimes surprises you with offensive language, so you slap his back for it (and everything else that he did to you), and grumble “Fuck you,” around the scarf still in your mouth.

I made a mistake and filled a request no one asked for. This is “I’m pregnant,” with Young Genji.

This baby might be a good thing or a bad thing. You’re very aware of Genji’s past before he married you. How he hopped from bed to bed and never let anyone tie him down. Then his brother gave him an ultimative, settle down or lose any benefits from being in the clan. Essentially, be kicked out and have to fend for himself. Long story short, Genji did kind of leave, and he doesn’t have to fend for himself. He also is letting his green hair grow out.

He married you, and any free moment he gets, he spends it with you, away from the clan. So far, Hanzo has accepted this arrangement of Genji having one foot in the clan and one foot in your shared home. Genji has never behaved so well.

As if on autopilot, you made Genji’s favourite meal for when he came home from work. It was pancakes, for after a stressful night skulking in the shadows around Hanamura. Or something. You don’t know the details, and you don’t ask.

Having finished his breakfast, Genji surprised you out of your worried daze with a kiss just below your ear.

“You look serious.”

You gazed at him, trying to decide how to tell him you were a month and a half pregnant with his baby.

“You look scared,” Genji chuckled. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You just went for it.

“I’m pregnant,” you murmured.

His eyes went wide like you expected. Then instead of looking horrified, he smiled. So happily.

“This is perfect! This the perfect excuse to spend more time away from the clan! With you,” he said, taking your hand.

You pulled it away.

“A baby is not an excuse, Genji!”

Genji looked slapped in the face by your words. He got down on his knees and rested his chin on your thigh.

“I know. Let me try. Let me prove to you that you can count on me.”

This was a surprise. You thought the roles would be reversed. That you’d be begging him to stay. That he would hate being chained to you and finally run off. You gazed softly down at him and caressed his cheek.

“Of course, Genji.”

He pulled you in for a kiss and then jumped up.

“I am going to tell Hanzo right now!”

Hi! Seems like there’s not much about Blackwatch!Genji, he need more love, so please let him got the news from his s/o that she’s pregnant with prompt number 9! I wonder how will he react to that XD thanks!

“I’m pregnant.”

Those two words drove Genji away. And into a rage, you learned later. Tore up a training room, costing Overwatch a tidy sum. He hurt no one but his own cybernetics, thankfully, and gave himself a new tiny scar just below his right eye. Hearing that detail hurt you the most.

Commander Reyes kept you separated after that. He sat you down in his office and explained that Dr Ziegler was cramming psychology courses in her free time (you were taken aback that she had any free time at all) in order to get through to Genji and convince him the world wasn’t coming to an end. He trusted her the most besides you, and bringing an outside shrink in to deal with him might not be the best course of action.

It was of course upsetting, but you had a baby on the way. You sucked it up and went to work at the desk job Blackwatch gave you. You gave birth to a baby girl, and you hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Genji the whole time.

He did show up, tentatively approaching, at baby Sophie’s six month mark. He looked different. Gone was the angry red and black. He was covered in silver and white and maroon. You couldn’t see his face. He promptly removed the mask covering his eyes and asked if he could see her. You were holding her, so he came up beside you to get a look at her face.

“She’s beautiful,” he said in awe.

You smiled at that, and his posture relaxed.

“She has both our best features,” Genji continued, giving her tiny nose barely a poke with the pad of his finger. He sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately, that means I’m going to have to murder every man on the planet.”

The Black Dragon Ch 2

demialwrites:

This is a what-if. What if Genji had gotten a dick installed before he disappeared in the previous chapter?    Link to AO3

You didn’t know Genji’s name, but he learned yours. His clearance level as an agent of Blackwatch afforded him access to way more of the Overwatch database than your job did.

Just imagining how normal your life probably was in comparison to his, relaxed him. Your regular schedule, compared to the missions we went on. The friends you were close to, compared the walls he put up in order to deal with the changes in his life. And what your hobbies might be, compared to his lack of free time, used up by hours of trying to recover mentally, emotionally; alone.

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Kitty Kompanion Ch 8

Angela had you start right away. You agreed, clearly needing the distraction. You dragged your fat, pregnant self out of bed in the morning to head to the medbay. You were grumpy, but things would be probably better once you got started.

“Just keep me stocked,” Angela told you after you settled your weight in your desk chair. “Stocked with coffee.”

Your new job turned out to be more interesting than Angela previously told you. At first, you sorted out the appointment schedule. That was normal enough, and you could rest your feet at your desk. Then a haggard McCree walked past your desk, asking for some coffee. Begged for coffee. Just take it to him during his appointment. He didn’t care.

You walked in on he and Angela having a staring contest over his smoking habit.

“Yer not gonna win this time, Angie.”

“I will win.”

You had an idea. You blushed, feeling this was out of character for you. But Angela might appreciate the help.

You walked over to place Angela’s mug at the sink behind her. You leaned down to place it just so.

Leaned a little further.

A little more.

You squeezed your forearms together.

Your pregnancy-enhanced cleavage was staring at Jesse from across the room.

You wiggled.

He glanced at you, and Angela jumped in victory.

“Ha! Take that!” she exclaimed, pointing at him. Then she held out her hand to receive his latest pack of cigarillos.

He muttered angrily to himself and left.

“Nice job,” Angela told you, impressed.

You grinned, happy to be of help.

“So, who’s next?”

“Reinhardt. He’s a tough one.”

“Tougher than that?” you asked, referring to McCree.

You were about to learn what that meant. Reinhardt strode in proudly, proclaiming his great health.

“Strong as an ox!” And “No, she can stay. See what a real man is like!” with a wink at you.

You raised your eyebrows at that and settled onto a stool in the corner with some decaf.

Within a minute, Reinhardt was whimpering and begging the good doctor not to give him a vaccination. He scooted away and cowered when presented with the needle.

“You are going to an area infected with malaria! You have to get this or you’re not going!”

Reinhardt bawled loudly next. Seemed fake to you. Angela waved you over. You dragged the stool with you and sat next to the trembling man on the exam table.

“Hold him down.”

You shot her an are you kidding me frown. She nodded, Go on.

You put your palm flat against his chest, expecting him to throw your hand off.

“Damen, bitte!” he exclaimed.

“Nein,” the doctor growled.

Reinhardt cried quieter under the weight of your hand but did not move. The doctor pulled up his sleeve and inserted the needle into his upper arm.

“Why would you do this to me,” he begged.

“All done,” she said, removing the needle and patting his arm.

“That’s it?!” he gasped.

“Yup.”

Reinhardt sprang up from between the both of you, back to standing like his usual, proud self.

“See? Nothing to it!” he told you.

You don’t know what just happened, but Angela thanked you after. So you must have helped. You told Genji about your success at work that night over a video call on a secure channel just like he said you could.

“I can’t tell you the details, because that’d be unprofessional. But it is hilarious.”

“I’m glad you are doing better.”

“I am!” You beamed.

“It is really hard to be away. And-and I can’t make love to you…? Do you know how hard…? How hard I am right now?” He pouted at you with his lower lip stuck out and his thick eyebrows tilted sadly.

“Isn’t that distracting? Why don’t do you do something about it?”

That got Genji’s attention. Sent his heart speeding, pumping more blood south. He took a deep breath, then said, “I have an idea.”

Genji ordered you a bullet vibrator. He said you should entertain yourself with it as you pleased, and he would send you naughty pictures. You agreed.

“Okay, but you better send those pictures. This is an equal deal.”

“Of course,” Genji promised with a purr. “I can’t wait.”

The look in his dark eyes is reminiscent of when you first told him you were pregnant. He left, and this time the sting of his absence was tempered with excitement. You hung up and lay back, considering what might happen next.

Genji sent you a good morning text the next morning before work, indirectly reminding you about your deal. Excitement prickled up your arms. The image of Genji stuffing himself in a random corner mid-mission to jerk off in a desperate huff as a poor substitute for making love to you came unbidden to your mind. You inserted the vibrator before heading to work. Because honestly, you missed making love to Genji as much as he did. You needed the substitute as much as he did.

You enjoyed the dull buzz between your legs as you brewed coffee and organized the doctor’s schedule.

The first orgasm hit mid-conversation with Angela. Your phone buzzed, a message from Genji. Maybe the dick pic you wanted. Only a gentle push mentally, that sent you over the edge.

“Oh. Oh, fuck,” you groaned suddenly, swaying in your desk chair.

“What? Something wrong?”

“I just, umm, peed myself a little.”

“That’s odd. You never mentioned this problem before.”

“Yeah, it’s new. Mind if I just go clean up really quick?”

“Sure. Come right back. Coffee’s running low.”

You hurried to the bathroom. You washed the vibrator as best you could and tucked it back in. This secret little arrangement with Genji was proving to liven up your work day. The first picture was Genji’s crotch with his modesty plate missing and the outline of a semi-erection tucking upwards behind the black fabric. You set the toy to low again and went back to work, waiting for more pictures.

The next picture had Genji’s dick hanging out of the black fabric. The one after was from behind, showcasing his shapely ass. He held his dick down between his legs so you could see everything in one frame. You went weak, melting over in your chair onto the desk.

“Jesus Christ, Genji. How are you so good at this?” you whispered to yourself.

It turned out to be a bad combination with the current size of your bladder. It seemed to tickle your bladder through your walls, leading you to squirm in your chair and being hit with weak orgasm after weak orgasm until you ran awkwardly to the bathroom again, holding your breasts in place to keep them from swinging.

It totally killed the mood and your energy level.

Angela caught you sleeping at your desk at the time you normally took your nap. You apologized, but she sent you to bed to rest. You did get in bed, but you stayed awake to message your baby daddy.

I think I have to end our deal. I had fun, but having to pee ruined it, you sent him.

😦 That is saddening news. However 🙂 I have something that might cheer you up. ;P

Your phone lit up with a video call from him, and you answered right away.

“Hello,” he said, sounding a bit distant from the call.

You smiled, happy to see the light shining in his green visor, but wishing he was there for you to reach out to and take his hand.

You wiggled your fingers in a wave. Genji waved back.

“I have something to show you…”

His hand dipped down, and he produced a small object; the same remote as the one Genji gave you.

“Oh, really?” you said, smiling and sitting up.

What a pleasant surprise. Genji looked away, concentrating on working out the plate protecting his nethers and pushed aside the black fabric on top. His chest fell with the sigh of relief from being free, and he flipped the camera around.

“It has been like that all day,” he whined.

“Then take care of it. Let’s see.”

Genji ran his hand up his reddish, stiff erection and give the head a quick squeeze.

“Alright, but I have to be quick. They are waiting for me.”

You slipped some fingers in your mouth in lieu of his cock.

“See this?” He lightly pinched the slight bulge the base of his length. “I was thinking about you, and my knot grew.”

Genji tugged on his foreskin, relaxed his fist and stroked downward, pulling the skin down to show his slick cockhead.

“You know, Honey,” you began.

He looked up from his dick to lock eyes with you.

“If the rumours about you are true, then can you put on a show for me?”

Genji laughed.

“They are partially true, but it has been a while since I did that.”

He sat up and placed the phone down to show the nondescript safehouse bed he was lying on. He sat back on his heels with his erect cock nestled in the junction between his thigh and his pelvis.

Genji drummed his fingers on his jaw, pondering what to do. He looked around. Then he grabbed the pillow behind him. He put the pillow under his stomach. He fell forward on it, onto his forearms, giving you a view of his body from the side.

Your eyebrows shot up, and you couldn’t believe he was about to fuck a pillow for your entertainment. But he arched his lower back, curving his fleshy ass up. Genji rocked his hips into the valley his cock pressed into the pillow. Purposefully and slow at first. Your surprise morphed into delight as Genji inhaled broken gasps, getting off nicely on the friction.

He full-body rocked into the pillow, moaning deeply. His cock was hard and straining. The dark pink head, shiny with precum dragged against the fabric.

He slowed temporarily to taunt you.

“This pillow is no substitute for you, but I can see you can’t take your eyes off me.”

You blushed and covered your mouth with your hand.

“So cute,” he said.

“Hey, you’re the one putting on the show here. Don’t forget.”

“It’s good motivation,” he assured you.

“You’re something else,” you said, shaking your head.

“What’s something else…is my love for you.”

You feel onto your face and groaned.

“Stoooop.”

“No,” he chuckled breathily, “I’m almost there.”

You lifted your head and Genji was facing the camera. Genji jerked himself furiously. His fist was a blur, but he was having trouble finishing.

“It’s not the same as your cunt,” he growled, biting down on the last word.

“Why don’t you just imagine it’s me, then? Your hand.”

“Okay,” Genji panted.

He closed his eyes and went at it harder. His lips grew apart as he neared his climax. You were smug, because normally he was louder while buried inside your clutching heat.

But his cum did shoot up high. He opened his mouth at the last second, and the thick stream landed partially inside his lips. He coughed once, having inhaled some of the thick fluid. Then he laughed at himself.

“I forgot how that tasted.” Genji gave you an open-mouthed smile. “I didn’t think I could still do that.”

You facepalmed, but you admitted it was a good show.